Page 32 of Haunted Nightmares
“What? What is it you son of a bitch because it’s not the least bit funny that I just turned into a bloody lycan in the middle of the Main Quarter so I could catch a fuckingtrolltrying to kill a couple of stupid vampires.”
“Is there a full moon?” He snorts. “This is not fucking happening right now.”
Tilting the troll’s head side to side to see what else I can find, I scowl. “Are you daft?”
“Not at all, it just seems like tonight is old home week.”
“If I didn’t have this supposedly extinct creature bleeding out in an alley I’d be more inclined to entertain your idiotic rambling but I need a fucking pickup and—“ My head swivels on my neck as I hear the dumpster behind me shift, my stare landing on a small gang of vampire youths looking like they can’t decide if they want to fight me or run.I’ll choose for them.“And now I’m going to need a clean up crew.” Slowly getting to my feet, I fix my suit coat with a grin, Zenlothanai cheering me on.
“Wraith?” Declan yells. “Wraith, I need more than that.”
“Four vampires, one troll. Pickup for the troll, not quite dead so it needs to go back to my house and be put in the freezer. Clean up for the morons who just heard everything I said.”
“Got it, but don’t get your ass kicked. I need you in one piece.”
My fangs elongate as I casually stroll toward the self appointed leader who’s slipping silver brass knuckles over his gloves. “Has your faith in me diminished that much over the last few months or?—“
“No,” Declan growls. “But you have to be as close to one hundred percent as possible when I get there. I’ve got a conversion gone wrong and there won’t be time to fuck around.”
“A what?” I nearly trip over his phrasing, shocked he used those words. “You can’t be serious.”
“As a heart attack, so don’t play. Handle your business and be ready for pickup in twenty. I’ve got your location and I’m already on the way.”
Hanging up the phone, I stuff it back in my pocket, glance back at the barely breathing body behind me before looking ahead at the four soon to be lifeless ones in front of me.
Old homemay not have been the most accurate term, but the sentiment isn’t lost on me because Declan and I have been in similar situations as this before, when we were much younger and more carefree.
What in the bloody hell is going on in my city?
9
Blast from the Past
“Stupid,” I grunt as I shove my fingers into the mouth of the young vampire underneath me. “Right moronic.” With a sigh, I pull hard in opposite directions, separating the top of his skull from the rest of his body at the jaw, splitting his head wide open like a ripe melon. “After what you witnessed, thinking you could take on someone like me proves how low your IQ truly is.”
I let the bottom half of his head drop from my hand as I relax a bit onto the twat’s chest, sitting a spell while I lift the top to look him in the eye.
“Clean up, King. Rid the city of its filth.”
“I am.” Frowning, I shove my fingers up into the male’s sinus cavity, turning the upper portion of his face side to side. “Aren’t I, mate? Purging. Disposing of the filthy pests who won’t follow the rules.”
“Your rules. They will not follow you, therefore they must die.”
Zenlothanai isn’t wrong, not at the root of their words.
The moment I hung up with Declan, the four imbeciles charged me, screaming something aboutanarchyanddeath to the monarchywhile images of my bitch mother ran through their heads.
I probably should have left them alive for that alone since we’ve yet to find the wicked cuntasaurus, but alas, there was no hope for them. Not after fighting Zenlothanai for as long as I have tonight, or going so long without a transfusion to help me continue doing so.
As soon as my nails sank into their flesh, the first drop of blood that spilled, when a fight ensued, it was all over. There was nothing but warm red light and racing pulses.
Tossing the skull to the side, my eyes shift to the end of the alley where the final male is desperately trying to crawl away.
“Don’t let him get away,”the voices hiss as I slowly get to my feet.
“I won’t.” I lick the blood from my fingers with a grin, taking calculated steps toward the dying youth. “How shall I cleanse him?”
Zenlothanai chuckles, the sound far more gleeful than expected.“What is it those environmentalists say? When it comes to cardboard waste?”
